Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Oman and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing These Immortal Souls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Throbbing Gristle,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flamin' Groovies,
PIL,
A Certain Ratio,
Crispian St. Peters,
The United States of America,
Fela Kuti,
Ten City,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Duran Duran,
Rod Modell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camberwell Now,
Minnie Riperton,
Technova,
Brick,
Rites of Spring,
Archie Shepp,
Dead Boys,
Max Romeo,
Alice Coltrane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Newcleus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Donny Hathaway,
Moby Grape,
Dorothy Ashby,
Henry Cow,
Minor Threat,
China Crisis,
Kurtis Blow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ohio Players,
Black Pus,
Scan 7,
Hardrive,
Monolake,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Q and Not U,
New Order,
The Leaves,
Derrick May,
Sound Behaviour,
Lyres,
Quantec,
Arab on Radar,
Pantytec,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Remains,
Freddie Wadling,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Susan Cadogan,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Young Rascals,
Scrapy,
OOIOO,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.